Son’s dirty jeans calling from the bottom of the laundry basket.
Appliances crying from every corner
With persistent voices,
I am staring defiantly at the cobwebs in the ceiling.
They are so meticulously designed,
That it seems cruel to demolish such perfection.
Living in the moment, as some people say I should.
Living the moment.
As the red nail polish covers my toenails one by one
With patient strokes,
My thoughts get caught in my “to do’s”,
The cobwebs of my mind.
So, I take another coffee from the espresso machine,
Whose stuttering drowns the seagull outside my window.